Page 48 of The Devil's Heir
"I will release Sasha from her contract as long as you come willingly to my bed." A dash of excitement flashes in Jarek's eyes when he states the requirement.
"So, I just allow you to have sex with me without giving you any trouble? You come to me, I lay on my back, and you fill me with your seed?"
"Oh, no, pauper. It's true, I will come to you, but I want you to come to me at least twice a week, willingly. I need to believe that you want my cock like a needy whore."
Gasping, my hand comes to my neck as I stare shockingly at his amused look. "Why must you be so crude? I'm here, I've signed your stupid contract, what more do you want from me?"
The amusement drops from his face, and he raises his hand to run his knuckles down my cheek in a light caress. It then slides around and grips my nape as he says, "I want your full submission, pauper. If you want me to get rid of my submissive, then you must take her place."
Jarek's mouth is hard when he presses it to mine, claiming my lips and prodding them with his tongue until I open. For some unfathomable reason, I open without hesitation. Something inside tells me not to deny this man, and although I want to bite down and rip his tongue off, I don't. The kiss is hot and scintillating, and it takes my breath away. Instead of fighting him and trying to break the kiss, I lean into it—and moan.
It's precisely what he wanted because the moment the sound vibrates through me, Jarek pulls away and smirks, mockingly. "See, deep down, your body wants it. Maybe it's time you stop listening to your head and start listening to your body. Your head and heart will never make you feel the way your body makes you feel, pauper, and believe me when I say your body wants me."
Anger fills me when he steps away, feeling pleased with himself, but I hold back from showing it. No good will come of it. If he means what he said about getting rid of Sasha, and if I can make myself do what needs to be done, maybe, just maybe, I can controlhimfor once. The only question is—can I do it?
"You promise to get rid of her and any other women while you're sleeping with me?"
"Oh, pauper." He hooks a piece of hair over my ear. "As long as you're pleasing me—why would I need another?"
I swallow hard. God help me if I'm wrong, but as I stare into his dark, soulless eyes, I see the truth in what he says. If anything, Jarek has always done what he said he would, even back in school, so I will take him at his word.
I nod. "Okay, I agree to those terms."
TWENTY-SIX
Liliana
I've lost complete control of all my senses. Agreeing to be Jarek's whore was never in my plans when I accepted his offer. I do accept responsibility for signing a contract that I did not read. I should have known he'd put some depraved things in it; maybe deep down, I knew what the possibilities were, and that's why I ignored his warning to read it.
I'd be lying if I said that Jarek Falcon wasn't handsome. He was cute back in school, and he's only grown into it over the years. It's no hardship being with him in the sexual sense, and being a virgin at the age of twenty-two wasn't really what I wanted. But, by no means did I ever want to be someone's whore.
"You're thinking too much, pauper," Jarek states as he returns his hand to my neck.
He doesn't squeeze or tighten it—it's more of a power play if you ask me. As I stand here waiting to see what he does next, Jarek leans in as if to say something, but then he inhales deeply. He shoves his face into my hair and continues for a few seconds longer before pulling back.
"Such a lovely scent. One I've missed for four very long years." His eyes study every inch of my face until they finally meet mine. "I'm going to bend you over the couch, and then, I'm going to fuck you. But first…" His mouth curves into a sardonic smile, and he orders, "On. Your. Knees."
"What?" My brows furrow as I frown.
"Don't make me repeat myself, pauper."
When his hands go to the belt around his waist, and the jingle of it being undone reaches my ears, I understand what he wants. Surprisingly, I drop tomy knees immediately, trying to remember everything Heath had taught me. I may have dropped a little too fast, causing Jarek to think I'm anxious to have my mouth on his cock.
"That's the kind of enthusiasm I like to see. Can't wait to wrap those lips around me, huh?"
I ignore his question, earning his anger. His hand is in my hair, tugging it so I have to look up at him.
"Answer me when I ask a question, pauper."
"Yes,Sir."
"Yes, Sir, what?"
Irritation fills me. It annoys me when men think they need to ask such crude questions and expect a female to answer them. Truth be told, I think it annoys me because it also turns me on.
"Yes, Sir. I want to suck your cock."
"That's my good girl. See, was that so hard to admit?"
